Self-Injury By Allie Long


When God led me to the torrents
inside my own mind, I grasped
a tree limb and let the prayers
rush past like rapids threatening
to drag me down a river. The quiet
waters reside at the foot of a waterfall,
but I was not willing to let the rocks
beat me until I was merely pulp
bound by skin in need of divine
healing. I could hold my own body
out of the river though people
below only saw how my arms
shook with fatigue. I am still here,
arms stretched above my head
like a crucifixion, but I will not
let this river break me just so God
can have something to heal.

By Allie Long


Allie Long is an economics and English major at the University of Virginia. She began writing poetry in high school and is currently in a workshop mentored by Gregory Orr. Her poetry will appear in the forthcoming edition of Hooligan Magazine.



One thought on “Self-Injury By Allie Long

  1. That’s the human spirit keep fighting for and holding on to every second of life,well done on this poem👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻


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